Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for the ‘Game’ Category

Steve Sailer noted that Trump’s tweets aren’t very clever, but they don’t need to be, and in fact cleverness might obstruct the lethal precision of Trump’s shivs.

My guess is that Trump will never, ever use “Picohontas.” This has a double utility to Trump. By not using it, Trump doesn’t alienate the vast percentage of voters who don’t know that “pico” means “one-trillionth.” (I personally guessed it meant one-billionth, but that of course would be “Gigahontas.”)

But also, because Trump doesn’t use a supremely clever insult he lures in the Establishment Media to insutlt as a low brow and thus keep the controversiy alive on Trump’s terms; that Senator Warren isn very Indian.

gregor provides additional logic for Trump’s aversion to cleverness when he’s trying to go around the Chaimstream Media and report directly to the people through his Twatter account,

Right. Trump has the right instincts on this. For one thing, these clever portmanteaus work a lot better in writing than in speech. To a writer like Steve the more clever term is irresistible. But a TV guy like Trump knows that you want the spoken phrase to hit immediately. You don’t your audience confused even for a second about why you’re mispronouncing Pocahontas.

The other part of it is that Trump isn’t a nerd.

Cleverness comes across better in writing, that’s true. And better in movies, which are scripted and edited to ensure clever lines aren’t lost like they are in the normal raucousness of real life casual conversation, or drowned out by background interruption.

I like cleverness, and I indulge it, but I tend to steer clear of it offline, unless I know my audience will appreciate it. I particularly avoid it when seducing girls, unless the girl is a type I’ve learned from experience will cherish my whimsical quips (artsy, smart, dressed in odd yet feminine clothing (pixie chic)).

I’ve similarly noted that cleverness can be an obstacle to a proper seduction. If you’re too clever, you’re liable to be perceived as too try-hard, which is the kiss of death for a pickup. Plus, you run a high risk of flubbing your delivery, or straining to locate the verbiage, or messing up the timing (because an AMOG rudely interrupted your moment in the sun with a shoulder punch), any of which will repulse the girl because now she thinks you desperately want to make an impression on her (but are failing at it)……which only reinforces the “male chaser-female chasee” script, that you should be flipping if you want to negate the natural advantage girls have in the early stages of courtship.

You don’t need to be witty to have Game:

…if you are all wit and no frame, you are an entertainment monkey who arouses women’s brains but leaves their pussies dry. In contrast, if you are all frame and no wit, you are a sexy beast women can’t help but find alluring, even as they gripe about your curt assholery to their friends.

Now, it should go without saying (though this blog does attract its share of stupids and ego-invested contrarians who need it said over and over) that it’s better to have frame AND wit, rather than frame alone. Hank Moody wit is a killer weapon to have in the field, even more potent than having top 10% looks. But, if you had to choose, frame is the better of the two. So banish from your thoughts doubts that your lack of wit consigns you to involuntary celibacy. I’ve witnessed too many overconfident lunkheads without a clever word to say but teeming with the right attitude effortlessly swoop babes to believe otherwise.

Maxim #55: Less talking is always sexier than more talking. If you struggle to find something witty to say to a girl, stop trying. Flailing for the “right” words is approval-seeking beta behavior that women can sniff from across a room.

Corollary to Maxim #55: A grunt or aloof gesture trumps a try-hard, strained, verbose comeback.

When this subject comes up in real life, I like to tell my guy friends to recall those times they were challenged or annoyed by their sisters or some female friends they didn’t find attractive. I ask them to remember how they felt, how they acted, and what they said. Invariably, they all say they remember being cool as cucumbers, dismissive, and even rude. They were careless with their words and cared even less what their sisters or unattractive female friends thought of them. They remember feeling like one might feel if a mosquito was buzzing around one’s head; they just wanted to shoo it away, or tell it to go find the nearest bug zapper. They certainly did not try to impress them with Shakespearean wit.

“Good,” I say. “Now that’s the way you should act when you talk to ATTRACTIVE girls.”

Frame before wit. Get the basics right first and the mentally scripted fluff will sound more authentic later.

Indirect vs Direct vs Clever Openers:

Eric Barker, the guy who runs that fantastic repository of helpful science, notes that mentally tired people are less receptive to clever pickup lines. If you’re churning through garbage hour and hitting on tired girls, keep it simple. A brief comment about something in your shared environment is all it will take.

So cute (aka douchebag) lines are the worst. No surprise there. Those kinds of lines are spit more for the entertainment of a guy’s buddies watching nearby than they are for the purpose of attracting a girl.

Clever lines you aspiring William F. Buckleys might be tempted to use are wasted on tired girls, and likely on any girl with an IQ under 120, which is most of them.

Direct openers aren’t as bad as cutesy openers, but girls still prefer the indirect strategy from men.

The abiding truth that game practitioners keep coming back to (and that science often confirms) is that girls don’t want the nuts and bolts of their seduction revealed to them; they want men to just *know* what they like and give them the *feelings* of being successfully seduced, and that means men must maintain plausible deniability about their sexual intentions, even if feminists shriek that such a mating strategy amounts to “manipulation”.

Again, cleverness has limited applicability in the realm of pickup. Use it sparingly, and targeted to girls who will admire it.

If you are a clever man, you won’t want to surrender an SMV advantage. Would a tall man willingly give up a foot of height? I understand that men will want to use every tool at their disposal to outcompete other men and fat cockblocks for the poosy prize, but cleverness is a double-edged sword that can swing against you if it’s unsheathed too frequently. The best compromise is to pair your cleverness with aloof body language and attitude, so that you seem less like you’re impressing the girl than you are amusing yourself.

Instead of cleverness, think more in terms of “power words“:

The ideal verbal approach is to coax an accelerated camaraderie with the use of “power words” — which are usually mono- or bisyllabic — that girls promptly jack into via emotional pathways that electrify fastest when lubed by simpler, stronger words than by nuanced Oxfordian words stuffed with exquisite connotations. This will be your conversational base, over which you will furnish the occasional five-dollar words and ambiguous subtext, because no pickup attempt went to the bedroom without first rubbing her rationalization hamster against the grain.

We’ve all known that ladykiller Chad who struts into conversations and drops 10 cent monosyllabic words like nukes, drawing female attention to himself, blowing up male competition, and, like Trump, opening a fruitful path for further flirtation (or media amplification).

Cleverness should be a supplement, not your main lingual course. Picohontas? The mensa crowd claps. Pocohontas? The lady vaj flaps. Find that balance and pickup will become a joy instead of a chore.

Read Full Post »

Game literature as well as generic persuasion how-tos include a seduction technique known as “future pacing”. It is one of the most powerful persuasion tools and can rapidly intensify the comfort stage of a pickup.

Naturally, Trump the Master of Seduction is familiar with future pacing. From a Gabber,

we need to radicalize the White Wamens

and Trump showed exactly how to do that – use emotional language, not stats & facts

imagine it was your husband or father or brother or son that this [kavanaugh’s show trial] was happening to

imagine that it was someone you love who you know was innocent and some left-wing bitch decided to destroy his life over politics, cause he doesn’t agree with her on abortion

what would you do?

btw, that’s a key little Persuasion Phrase there, telling someone to imagine something

it works even if the person you’re trying to manipulate knows you’re trying to manipulate them

ppl can’t help but imagine something you tell them to imagine

imagine an elephant, imagine you’re an astronaut, imagine you’re old and dying, imagine you’re a kid again

see?

The ease and simplicity of this powerful tactic is the word “imagine”. When you’re with a girl, start a sentence with “imagine”. Build a vajnette around it. Lead her where you want her mind to go…

“Imagine you get carried away on an ecstatic high from meeting someone new, someone exciting…”

The pussibilities are endless.

Read Full Post »

Courtesy of Hackett To Bits, an extended playlist of an instantly classic Trump Neg:

A great all purpose neg…

“How could you vote for Trump?”
– “Now I like you 25 percent less.”

“Look at my new kitten here on Instagram!”
– “Now I like you 25 percent less.”

“I have a boyfriend…”
– “Now I like you 25 percent less.”

I’ll really miss Trump when his five terms are over. We will never have another President who gives so much to the storehouse of Game knowledge.

Read Full Post »

I don’t go down on girls, unless they’re virginal and their poosies smell like a springtime meadow. If I’m with a 21 year old and I have a strong suspicion I am her first or second lover, then yeah, here’s me gorging at the Y:

Most over-25 women aren’t virginal and their poosies aren’t exactly garden fresh. I have no interest in sticking my nose in a sewer and contracting mouth cancer.

But try telling a girl that (ID FATALITY).

And yet, I’ve noticed more girls demanding mouthlove, especially reciprocated mouthlove. Sex often inaugurates with the girl slobbing my knob, but now it’s been transactionalized by anti-romantic battlecunts who have been inculcated by Femcunt Inc to view any unreciprocated action — no matter the context or the mood lighting — as a slight against grrldom by the oppressive white male hateriarchy.

In fact, some of these chicks will push my head downward toward their steampipes as I’m dropping mad kisses on the non-smelly parts of their bodies, and I’ll RESIST, which only makes them push harder on my head. Wouldn’t that qualify as sexual assault under the terms created from thin air by the BELIEVE WAHMEN cuntsortium?

So here’s what you should say if a girl expresses in so many words that she wants you to lick her cancerclit:

MY TONGUE, MY CHOICE: I don’t do that.

GIRL: Why? Are you selfish or something?

MY TONGUE, MY CHOICE: I only offer those services to girls I’ve been dating a long time. It’s very intimate.

GIRL: We’ve been dating a while.

MY TONGUE, MY CHOICE: Not long enough. I’ll let you know when.

I never let her know when, because a girl who’s indignant that her poosy be viewed like a tootsie roll pop (how many licks to get to the G spot?) is a girl who

  1. has been scoured by a squadron of stiff ones and can only get off now with extraordinary efforts on the part of the man and
  2. is a strident bitch who won’t ever show generosity of spirit or snatch without a rider attached to it

Ladies, if you want the licky licky, avoid the sticky pricky. Virgins are ravaged because they haven’t been ravaged. Get the picture?

 

Read Full Post »

A little psy ops I like to do with a woman I bring back to my place is ask if she wants a water or a cold glass of milk.

You chortle, but hear me out. Most girls expect a man will try to (further) liquor them up once back on his turf, a few exquisite steps away from his mattress of muffstuffing. This isn’t necessarily a deal killer; women expect this, and so are emotionally ready for it, having geared themselves up for the coming payload.

But sometimes a woman is tentative, or reconsidering the propulsion of her lust. Promptly dangling a glass of wine in front of her as she sits on your couch cross-legged and looking like she’s turtling with incoming anxiety could shut her down for the night. She won’t be receptive to the alcohol solicitation, framing it in her head it as a pretext for her to prematurely relinquish her number one asset (vagina). She might then begin to feel you’re pushing too hard, too soon (and then the PoundMeToo beast breathes its hot breath on your bedroom door).

You have to take stock of the type of girl you’re with, and adjust accordingly. If she’s suddenly nervous, make a tactical retreat.

It’s not that rare for a girl in your place to flash signs on her face of having second thoughts, even if you’ve gamed her right and set the stage. Women are slaves to their caprice. So I prefer to sidestep that possibility by offering water or (ridiculously) a glass of milk. And I offer it with utmost sincerity and seriousness. No cracked grins or just-kiddings.

If she’s like most women, she’ll laugh at the suggestion and either take you up on it as a form of shared frivolity that bonds you two tighter, or she’ll audibly sigh and welcome the excuse to drink stronger stuff, replying something along the lines of, “oh that’s ok…..buuuuuut if you have some stronger stuff I might be down for that”.

It’s then that you have hurdled her anti-slut defense and given her free rein to indulge the swelling abandon of the moment without the burden of regret.

Read Full Post »

This is a new series, because let’s face it, we’re in a new era of female man-hating hysteria and media-amplified sex panic. Game isn’t just a helpful seduction system for getting laid; Game has become a life-saving necessity to protect oneself against mendacious psychocunts.

First installment: Preemptive Disqualification Game.

Girl: “Are you hitting on me?”

Lucifer’s Light Saber: “No thanks, I don’t want to be MeToo’ed.”

This should wrest a wry smile from a normal girl, and a scowl from a psychocunt. Now you can screen out the psychos. Doubleplusgoodness: It sets up a challenge that no woman can resist, marks you out as a Quenched Alpha, and seeds the conversation with endless flirtatious possibilities.

Girl: “what makes you think i would MeToo you?”

LLS: “I dunno, you just have that look in your face.”

***

Girl: “do girls normally MeToo you?”

LLS: “Only if I forget to call back.”

***

Girl: “what are you scared of?”

LLS: “ruining your reputation”

Read Full Post »

Your Daily Text Game

From POTUS Groyper,

Text Asshole Game

(a girl you playing a little hard to get within text, she feeds off of)

Her: some mudane shit that may be implying that you send her some attention to inquire.

You: Was this meant for me?

Example:

Her: I’m going to hawaii with some friends in Oct.

You: Was this meant for me?

Her: Yes you ass!

Grammar issues notwithstanding, I think we all get the gist of this pitch perfect asshole Text Game.

So if a girl plays hard to get (they all do, it’s the Prime Pussy Directive) and baits you to lavish attention and earnest flattery on her, try replying “Was this meant for me?” instead.

As you can see from this girl’s indignant response — “Yes you ass!” — it will cause an irresistible efflorescence of labial meadows.

The beauty of the line comes from it working on two female hindbrain levels: it is a mild disqualification of the girl (implying her bait isn’t juicy enough for your prompt attention), and it suggests you, The Cadman, are currently distracted by so many women in your life that this one girl’s manipulative ploy has landed with a thud before your depleted cock.

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »

%d bloggers like this: